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Friday, March 1, 2013

SEE NO EVIL

The married womandoes not want to watch the pornon the television in our roomat the No-Tel moteleven though we have come hereto enact a similar sceneThere are mirrors on the ceilingabove the bedbut she is careful not to look upThe married womandoes not want to see her ownreflectionat all

Note: Before your jaw drops any further, this poem was written quite a number of years ago, and I'm sharing it here for the first time now.

Marriage can really ruin your joie de vivre --though I must say, porn and mirrors leave me pretty cold in any conjugal state. Your poem is sadder and wiser than my comment, however--seeing into the heart and excellent in its bare reality.

TINO11: As in the Beatles' Why Don't We Do It In The Road?HEDGEWITCH: Only my mind could take your insightful comment about "bare reality" and see it as a double entendre!TALON: You're the only one so far to think of that possibility, which I have also considered as an interpretation, which would give the poem much different implications. And like any true poet, I'd rather leave it in that mysterious realm.

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